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( B* y: N8 ~4 V3 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; o7 T& S; p/ W( [2 ?6 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - B; G* u e9 |* Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) u. u; _/ i( \5 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( C h' U) ^ X9 N, d: GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 r+ W) }+ k5 G. |! } YHow you suffered for you sanity,
% n. \; C3 l; c3 u! V3 z3 NHow you tried to set them free, - ~4 p( u( t) j- }3 D' t) F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: E* O7 p ?* ~& }9 N" CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ~6 i+ j& i6 B) f( g( wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 L" M: c" O! E {- |; b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ D8 n( h* V3 F7 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , _0 N) x# F; @: D$ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 X% l7 x; X0 h2 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 e$ @3 N T3 Y% ^3 A& dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ r' a& X$ d* ~/ d& \' x) pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 }4 G- @5 h9 e) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % `, b; V4 \$ h- E' g$ C. `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 e6 `9 C$ r9 y6 Q! u. ^5 g0 r/ |7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ D. M3 i4 c* i1 H5 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: l8 J' E X! AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ^4 W; f2 ^7 g; J l/ |. O5 ?
8 n& }% v6 T0 g0 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ C9 @' k0 s' X7 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 w5 L, w( A8 Z6 s. Z0 g$ KHow you tried to set them free,
: R4 D, }: _, m6 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 Q: a$ Z7 [0 d! l$ g% jPerhaps they never will. |
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